Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 12:43:17 +0100
From: Jason Carter
Subject: Loving Uncle Ralph - 5
Usual disclaimers: It's mine, don't steal it. Contains graphic
descriptions of sex between two male family members, one of whom is
underage. Don't read it if you're too young to or if it's illegal to read
it where you are. Based on real events but details and timings have been
changed. Let me know what you think.
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Uncle Ralph and I continued to play our games whenever we could. Over the
following year we met as often as possible to continue our exploration of
each other's bodies and the pleasure we could give each other. Once I was
started at the secondary school where he taught, I would usually go to his
house after school at least once a week, and often at weekends we would get
together, either staying in or sometimes going out for the day to roam in
the countryside or along the coast. Occasionally when we were in secluded
locations we would stop to kiss and cuddle, and sometimes do a lot more. I
vividly remember one occasion when we were up in the hills overlooking my
town when he bent me over a rock and pulled my trousers and pants down so he
could lick my still tight and smooth hole as I looked out over the town and
could actually see my own house. The memory of the sensation of his tongue
probing inside me on on that day makes me squirm and clench my hole even
now.
In that time though, he also made sure I wasn't carried away by my youthful
enthusiasm, and let's be honest, the huge crush I had on him. While I'd
have gone to be with him every day if I could, he encouraged me to meet and
befriend new people in my new school, and made sure I was diligent about my
school work. Around school, I found myself newly awakened as far as
sexuality was concerned, and looked at other pupils and many of the teachers
with an increasing awareness of their bodies and their masculinity. Sex was
a hot topic among the boys now, as adolescence loomed, and the effects of
puberty began to hit us one after the other. The earliest developers were
gaining body hair, and the changing room before and after PE lessons was a
fascinating place for me. I found myself sometimes telling Uncle Ralph
about how one boy or another was changing; pubic hair, more obviously
hanging balls, the variations in cock size and shape. Suffice it to say, he
never objected to hearing how the boys who also took part in his own classes
looked naked :)
Through the course of that year, as my cock sucking technique improved; as I
began learning to suck each of Uncle Ralph's balls into my mouth and roll my
tongue around them to give him the greatest pleasure; as I eventually
started shooting spunk and discovered that Uncle Ralph liked the taste of
mine as much as I liked the taste of his; as we spent hours kissing and
hugging and rubbing ourselves against each other to the point where we were
both regularly cumming in each others hands or in his case in particular,
between my thighs; and as I learned to extend my oral exploration of his
bottom to the point where my tongue would push as far inside as his
pulled-apart cheeks would allow, there was still one area which gave me more
pleasure and excitement than any other.
Understanding how much my playing with, licking and eventually fingering his
hole turned Uncle Ralph on, I wanted to gain the same intensity from my
own. I played with it myself when I was alone in bed, and encouraged my
uncle in his exploration on those occasions when he approached it.
Over the months we revisited the position where I knelt over him and he
licked and probed inside me as I rode his face many times. I remember the
first time I shot a load in that position, seeing it splatter onto his chest
where I rubbed it in among the hairs as his own cock shot onto his chest
from the other direction. And one day I spontaneously adopted the position
he'd taken when I first stuck my tongue inside him. I laid naked on the bed
and pulled my legs up and apart so my little hole was fully on display and
he almost growled as he descended on it to poke his tongue inside then lick
and suck on my cock and balls.
One day, when my hole was wet with his spit and relaxed from the attention
he'd been paying it, he lifted himself up and put one finger against it,
beginning to play with it very gently.
"Put it inside" I said to him, as I writhed to push myself against it,
trying to take it inside myself. His eyed widened.
"Are you sure, baby bear? I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't" I assured him, and reached under myself to pull my cheeks
further apart still. He bent down to kiss me urgently, his tongue fresh
from one hole now penetrating another and he slid his finger inside me to
the first knuckle. An electric sensation ripped through me and my whole
body stiffened. Unconsciously I found myself tightening my hole, trying to
reject this intrusion, but he whispered calmly and helped me to relax, as
the while kissing and nuzzling me and telling me what a good boy I was; how
much he loved me. Slowly my body loosened, and he reinserted his finger.
Constantly kissing and stroking me, he helped me take it further inside me,
almost letting me do the work as I opened up and swallowed it inside my
tight, eleven-year-old hole.
When it was entirely inside me, and he was able to play with my balls with
his thumb, he looked at me with love in his eyes.
"You're amazing, baby bear. Do you like that?"
"I do now, but it wasn't very comfortable at first" I admitted.
"It'll get easier with practice. If you want it to get easier of course."
"I do. I want you to be able to get inside me whenever you want."
At that he did that almost-growl again and asked; "You still trust me don't
you?"
"Of course I do" I replied as I squeezed myself around his finger by way of
reassurance.
"Okay, well I'm going to do something, but tell me if it hurts and I'll stop
right away."
I nodded, and never taking his eyes off mine, he pulled his finger almost
all the way out of me, then slid it back in inside in a single stroke. I
gasped as he repeated the action two or three more times, each time feeling
slightly easier, and somehow almost deeper.
"Play with your cock, baby" he said as he moved himself around so that he
was kneeling beside me, his own cock jutting out proudly over me, and his
finger held deep inside me. I did as he instructed, pulling on my little
organ in time to his renewed finger thrusting and his left-handed jerking of
his own thick dock, its head glistening with precum. As we frequently did,
we came together, and as I came I clenched reflexively around his finger,
holding it in place as shudders ran through both of us.
In the following months, through regular attention from his mouth and
tongue, and that same finger, eventually joined by a second and once, a
third, Uncle Ralph prepared my tight and virgin hole for the real
challenge. Of course, everything he did to me, I did to him, though my
tongue didn't penetrate as far, but before too long I could get all the
fingers of one hand into his own hungry hole.
After these months of preparation, and after he'd explained to me that men
who liked being with other men took the act of intercourse all the way to
full-on penetration, I knew that the day would come when I would need, and
want, to take his beautiful cock inside my boy-hole. The idea of giving
myself up to this most intimate of experiences with this man I adored began
to fill my thoughts day and night, and I increasingly looked forward to the
day when it would happen.
In the end, it was the best twelfth birthday present I could ever have asked
for.
My birthday was not long after the start of the school summer holiday, and
though my parents had said I was getting old enough to look after myself
while they were working now, I obviously took up the offers of days out (and
in) with Uncle Ralph. My birthday that year fell in the middle of the week,
and it had been agreed that we would mark it with a family party the
following weekend. Uncle Ralph, meanwhile, had offered to take me out for
the day so I wouldn't spend my birthday on my own. As it happened, he
planned to stay in, but it rained anyway, so that all worked out.
I got to his hour at around 9.30 and after he'd hugged and kissed me he gave
me my present, which was a set of books that I wanted, then we spent the
morning playing board games. After lunch he took me upstairs and we had one
of our shared baths, taking time to clean all over ourselves, but under his
instruction not playing with our hardened cocks so that we would be able to
take our time afterwards.
When we reached the bedroom, I saw that he had put the jar of Vaseline on
the beside table. We'd begun using this as a lubricant to make things
easier for both of us as the other explored, and I looked at him
enquiringly. His answer was the one I'd been hoping for.
"If you think you're ready, I'd like to try to get my cock inside you
today."
The eagerness with which I leapt onto the bed and pulled my legs apart was
clearly answer enough, and laughing, he joined me. But if I expected him to
dive straight in I was wrong. Instead he truly made love to me, spending
ages kissing and stroking me, exploring every inch of me and encouraging me
to do the same to him. We licked and sucked each other's cocks and balls,
and licked and bit on each other's nipples and bottom cheeks. Every inch of
my body felt the loving attention of his hands and mouth, and I tried to
return the compliment.
After perhaps an hour of this, and with my eager hole ready to go, he had me
kneel on all fours then picked up the lubricant and smeared some on his
finger. Gently, he used one hand to open my cheeks, and slid the other
inside me with a practiced stroke. He slid in and out, adding more lube
until I was slick and ready. Then he surprised me by rolling onto his back,
holding his raging cock sticking up in the air, and said;
"Would you get me ready, baby bear?"
I took the jar and began covering his cock with the Vaseline. Every time I
took his cock in my hands I felt the same sense of excitement and wonder at
its size compared to mine and the way the exposed head looked. Before
covering the head, I bent down and took it in my mouth, licking all around
it in the way I knew he loved. He moaned softly, and I moved to kiss him
before applying more of the slippery gel to his satiny knob.
"How do you want to do this?" I asked him, expecting that he'd want me on my
back, or perhaps on all fours. His reply surprised me.
"Just like this, baby bear. I want you to sit down on it so you're
completely in control. I don't want to risk hurting you."
It had never occurred to me that this could be the way I would lose my
virginity to Uncle Ralph's beautiful manhood, but without questioning, I
moved over him and straddled his torso. I knelt on his stomach so that my
bottom was nestled against the base of his cock and it stood up proudly
against the crack of my cheeks. I pushed backwards slightly so they were
pushed apart by his hardness. Placing my hands on his chest, I kept pushing
myself backwards, lifting myself as I went so that I slid up his cock,
feeling its slickness against my lubed holed until the head was pushing
against my clenched hole, at which point I lifted myself up fully so that I
was directly above it.
"Go carefully baby bear - remember what you've learned about taking
something in there" he said, looking up at me with his most loving look.
I bore down as I began sliding the head of his meaty cock inside my tight,
wet bottom. It felt like I was being stretched wider than ever before and I
grimaced momentarily before pushing a little harder and then suddenly the
whole head was inside and I tightened instinctively around the shaft behind
it. He groaned/gasped.
"Oh god, you're so tight, so hot. Baby bear!"
Loving his reaction, I bore down again and began sliding down and down. The
head had been the toughest part, and slowly, the rest of his cock
disappeared inside me. His eyes were glued on the sight, seeing his own
cock vanish as my own balls and hard little tool moved closer and closer to
his groin.
Suddenly, with a gasp from both of us, it was all the way in, and I was
tightening my muscles around the very base of his penis as it filled my
little boy's bottom, my totally smooth cheeks in his manly hands as they
rested against his tight hairy balls. He pushed himself up to kiss me as he
began to make tiny thrusting movements with his hips as I started to be
fucked for the first time. I tightened and relaxed, feeling him react to
each action as he tried to push ever deeper into my virgin body.
After a few minutes of this he laid back and whispered;
"Move up and down on it."
I began to do so, again leaning forward to rest my weight on his chest,
loving the feel of his chest hair in my fingers as always as I began slowly
but then with increasing confidence to ride him; lifting up so that only the
thick head was inside, then sliding back down in a single stroke. His back
arched in a combination of pleasure and the effort to push deeper and deeper
inside me.
He coached me carefully, telling me how to twist slightly as I slid down to
increase my sensations, and before I could stop myself, I was gripped by my
inevitable orgasm. As my thin boyish cum began to shoot out of my hard
little cock, I sat down hard on him, his whole length deep inside, and
tightened and relaxed over and over. Howling with pleasure, I felt his own
thick hardness responding as it shot jet after jet of warm spunk inside me.
I fell forward onto his chest and a moment later felt him carefully taking
his still solid cock out of me. He rolled us over so that I was on my back
and he kissed me even as his fingers found their way back to my boyhole,
where his cum was oozing out. Taking some of it on his finger, he brought
it to his mouth and licked it off before kissing me again.
"Did you enjoy that, baby bear?" he asked when we both had out breath back.
"It was brilliant!" I exclaimed. "Are you ready to do it again?"
He laughed and said that he'd probably need some time to recover.
As we lay there, curled up together, kissing and stroking each other, I
asked him how he knew the best way to make the feelings good when someone
put their willy inside you.
"Because I've been where you were" he explained. "I've had other men's
willies inside me before, so I know what feels good."
"Could I put my willy inside you then?" I asked in surprise, as the thought
hadn't occurred to me.
"Of course you can. But we'll probably have to wait until it's a little bit
bigger. In the meantime let's just lay here for a little bit longer. I
love you, baby bear. Happy birthday."
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As always, let me know what you think.